Hellooo! Yes this is my new story called "Deceived". It's a totally different story than my previous story. Enjoy it!
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"....": Wake up Ghaneya! The driver is waiting for you outside, you'll be late for your grandmother's birthday!
The sound of my most annoying nanny Lucy distracted me from my dreams and woke me up to reality.
I obeyed her and woke up, and did my morning routine.
I put on a casual, blue dress, and applied just a bit of simple makeup. I hardly apply since my skin is naturally flawless.
I grabbed a Maltesers from the fridge and entered the car.
Sooner or later, without even noticing, I had reached my grandmother's house.
So where do I begin? My name is Ghaneya, I'm 14 years old close to turning 15. I have a very social character, I don't get mad very quickly, I have a very stable mood, which is mostly happy. My family always comes first. My friends are so thoughtful and kind, they stick with me through everything.
I have light, brown, straight hair. I'm a bit tall, and I'm satisfied with my weight, I'm not too thin nor fat, I see myself as an average teenage girl. My skin is light with a bit of a tan.
I am extremely close to my father. My mother passed away when I was about 7 years old. I miss her more and more every day. My father never cuts me short, he tries his best to give me everything I need and desire.
I've always wanted an iPhone. My father wants me to stick with Blackberry until my grades are high enough. He doesn't let me create accounts on the internet, since he's the "protective" type. Even though all my friends have iPhones, Facebook, and Twitter etc.. I don't ever receive any urge to do so, I feel it's sort of useless.
I am very careful with my school grades. I study a lot, and at the same time have a social life. My grades are quite high, although my father still wants them to increase a bit higher. However, I'm doing my best to raise his head and make him proud.
I go to a private school, where mostly every girl I'm not friends with has a boyfriend. I don't see the point of it, really. What's the point if he's gonna break your heart anyway? My friends and I are so not the type of girls that have bad reputations.
My friends and I are a group of 5, including me. There's Layyan, Mayyar, Rania, and Munya. The closest one to me is Munya. Our mother's have been best friends ever since their youth, until my mother passed away. Our birthdays are only 1 month apart. I'm older, though. My grandmother and her grandmother also used to be friends. That's how their friendship has passed down from my mother to me. Let's hope our kids turn out like us.
I have a very tight bond with my cousins and brother. My brother's name is Fahad. He goes to university at the moment, but before that, we used to do everything together. Our mother's death brought us closer to each other, probably because we were too scared to leave one another.
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I got out of the car, and pushed the dark, brown, wooden door and extended my right foot and entered the house.
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"....": Wake up Ghaneya! The driver is waiting for you outside, you'll be late for your grandmother's birthday!
The sound of my most annoying nanny Lucy distracted me from my dreams and woke me up to reality.
I obeyed her and woke up, and did my morning routine.
I put on a casual, blue dress, and applied just a bit of simple makeup. I hardly apply since my skin is naturally flawless.
I grabbed a Maltesers from the fridge and entered the car.
Sooner or later, without even noticing, I had reached my grandmother's house.
So where do I begin? My name is Ghaneya, I'm 14 years old close to turning 15. I have a very social character, I don't get mad very quickly, I have a very stable mood, which is mostly happy. My family always comes first. My friends are so thoughtful and kind, they stick with me through everything.
I have light, brown, straight hair. I'm a bit tall, and I'm satisfied with my weight, I'm not too thin nor fat, I see myself as an average teenage girl. My skin is light with a bit of a tan.
I am extremely close to my father. My mother passed away when I was about 7 years old. I miss her more and more every day. My father never cuts me short, he tries his best to give me everything I need and desire.
I've always wanted an iPhone. My father wants me to stick with Blackberry until my grades are high enough. He doesn't let me create accounts on the internet, since he's the "protective" type. Even though all my friends have iPhones, Facebook, and Twitter etc.. I don't ever receive any urge to do so, I feel it's sort of useless.
I am very careful with my school grades. I study a lot, and at the same time have a social life. My grades are quite high, although my father still wants them to increase a bit higher. However, I'm doing my best to raise his head and make him proud.
I go to a private school, where mostly every girl I'm not friends with has a boyfriend. I don't see the point of it, really. What's the point if he's gonna break your heart anyway? My friends and I are so not the type of girls that have bad reputations.
My friends and I are a group of 5, including me. There's Layyan, Mayyar, Rania, and Munya. The closest one to me is Munya. Our mother's have been best friends ever since their youth, until my mother passed away. Our birthdays are only 1 month apart. I'm older, though. My grandmother and her grandmother also used to be friends. That's how their friendship has passed down from my mother to me. Let's hope our kids turn out like us.
I have a very tight bond with my cousins and brother. My brother's name is Fahad. He goes to university at the moment, but before that, we used to do everything together. Our mother's death brought us closer to each other, probably because we were too scared to leave one another.
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I got out of the car, and pushed the dark, brown, wooden door and extended my right foot and entered the house.
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